Analysis of Hawthorne

“The Birthmark” “Alas, it was too true! The fatal hand had grappled with the mystery of life, and was the bond by which an angelic spirit kept itself in union with a mortal frame. As the last crimson tint of the birthmark--that sole token of human imperfection—faded from her cheek, the parting breath of the now perfect woman passed into the atmosphere, and her soul, lingering a moment near her husband, took its heavenly …

…faults and shortcomings, and creates a clear depiction of what happens when we mess with God’s will of creation. In the end, selfishness of our own wants kills what nature intended. Life is indeed a mystery, and it isn’t our choice to decide perfect and imperfect, angelic symbol or fatal flaw; instead we need to concentrate on the present and live our lives in a happy medium. Science cannot heal the human soul!